Durst is working with the iconic Travolta on a semi-biographical project titled 'Moose'.
Did anyone see this coming? Former rock frontman Fred Durst – yes, he the reverse-baseball cap wearing singer in one-time nu-metal titans Limp Bizkit – is set to direct a new thriller movie starring none other than the legendary John Travolta.
The 64 year old actor is joining Devon Sawa in a new film titled Moose, a project that’s partly based on Durst’s own life, and particularly the incident in which he was stalked by a crazed fan several years ago.
According to Variety on Wednesday (March 7th), Travolta will play the titular lead in the film, concerning “a rabid movie fan obsessed with his favourite celebrity action hero [played by Sawa]. As Moose’s obsession grows stronger, his fixation turns from stalking to ambition of destroying the star’s life — a story inspired by a real-life fan who stalked Durst many years ago.”
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Musician Fred Durst has issued a passionate plea on Twitter to US President Donald Trump.
The 47-year-old musician has taken to Twitter to issue a message to the businessman-turned-politician, who recently attacked CNN host Jake Tapper on the website.
Trump's tweet read: ''Jake Tapper of Fake News CNN just got destroyed in his interview with Stephen Miller of the Trump Administration. Watch the hatred and unfairness of this CNN flunky! (sic)''
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Durst is working on an hour-long drama based on his life.
You may know Fred Durst as the perpetually angry, 90-s influenced front man of Limp Bizkit, but apparently he has several other projects in the works. Among them, an hour-long “music drama” created for CW, the network which brought you life-affirming productions like Gossip Girl, The Vampire Diaries, Supernatural and now this.
Durst is attempting to break back into pop culture with a CW project.
According to the LA Times the project is set to be based on Durst’s own life and eventual rise to fame as the vocalist of Limp Bizkit. It will chronicle the band’s career through the glory days of MTV and TRL, when tracks like Break Stuff and Nookie provided the musical background to many a teenage bedroom.
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"The fashion industry has been behind every major assassination in the last 200 years," says a bearded and scruffy, conspiracy-mad David Duchovny in Ben Stiller's ludicrously amusing "Zoolander" -- and only the world's most vapid male model can break his brainwashing and to put a stop to it all.
No, not Fabio. "Too smart," says the Karl Lagerfeld-like leader of a shadowy international syndicate of couture designers, while picking "a beautiful self-absorbed simpleton who can be molded like Jell-O" to kill the prime minister of Malaysia. I mean, the man plans to end slave wages for sweatshop garment workers in his country. He simply must be stopped!
Enter pouty, super-superficial mannequin man Derek Zoolander (Stiller). Desperate to rescue his career after losing the Male Model of the Year Award (insert oh-so-VH-1 ceremony here) to his up-and-coming rival, the dreaded, sexy surfer stud Hansel (Owen Wilson), Derek is ripe for reprogramming. Hired by the industry's designer de jour -- played by Will Ferrell in a poodle wig, charcoal eyeliner and a leather corset -- Derek is brainwashed to snap at a runway show for a new line of homeless bum-inspired ready-to-wear, called Derelicte (that's derelict with an "e" on the end). Ferrell has invited the Third World leader to sit in the front row.
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